Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1363 It turns out that not everyone can be this beauty.

This realization made Zhu Yan's throat tighten.

This means that tonight she will step into Jiang Cheng's most private territory.

When the car door was opened, a gust of cold wind blew in snowflakes.

Before Zhu Yan could adjust to the sudden light, she heard a cold female voice: "Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"

She raised her head subconsciously, and her gaze met a pair of sharp eyes.

The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

The black suit was neatly tailored, making her look tall and slender.

His posture was as straight as a sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a sharp aura of someone who had been through many battles.

Even though he was some distance away from her, Zhu Yan could clearly feel the powerful sense of oppression.

Jiang Cheng shook his head slightly and replied, "It's just a minor scratch."

After saying that, he turned around and introduced Zhu Yan, "This is Xia Li, my personal assistant."

I saw Zhu Yan was still sitting in the car.

Except for a flash of surprise, Charlie's face quickly returned to its cold expression.

He nodded slightly to Zhu Yan as a greeting, but the action seemed a bit stiff and formulaic.

Even though it was the first time Xia Li saw Zhu Yan.

But as a member of the security team and someone with a photographic memory, she naturally knew something about Xia Li's identity.

Xia Li nodded to Zhu Yan in a formal manner: "Ms. Zhu."

Seeing that even Jiang Cheng's personal maid was so beautiful, Zhu Yan couldn't help but stare at her for a few more seconds: "Hello."

After getting off the car, Jiang Cheng turned to Xia Li and instructed: "Help her arrange a room next to my bedroom."

Zhu Yan keenly noticed the ripples in Xia Li's eyes after hearing this.

"Ok."

Zhu Yan followed Jiang Cheng across the courtyard. Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, blurring her vision.

There is a different world inside the courtyard, and the design, which perfectly blends modern and traditional elements, demonstrates the wealth and taste of the owner.

But what surprised her most was the ubiquitous security detail.

The camera hidden behind the carved wooden railing looks like a decoration, but it is actually a bronze ornament of an alarm.

There are also those obviously trained "staff" at the corner.

Originally, I wanted to put down the luggage and take Zhu Yan out.

But seeing that she couldn't help yawning, it was obvious that she was a little tired.

Afraid that Jiang Cheng would be disappointed, Zhu Yan explained with a hint of apology.

"I didn't sleep the whole night last night. I don't know if it was because the fireworks in Shanghai were too loud or the firecrackers were too loud, but I couldn't sleep at all. My mother woke me up early in the morning to eat the Spring Festival dinner, and then all kinds of relatives came to our house and kept asking me questions. I really didn't have any time to rest."

After hearing this, Jiang Cheng's mouth corners slightly raised and he smiled.

He consoled her, "There are no firecrackers here in Kyoto, so you can have a good rest. I'll ask someone to prepare some food for you, fill your stomach first, and then have a good sleep."

Zhu Yan quickly waved her hand and declined, "No, I've already eaten on the plane, I'm not hungry now."

Jiang Cheng looked at the time and suggested, "Then I'll have someone prepare dinner for you after you wake up."

Zhu Yan shook his head again: "No, I won't eat tonight."

When Zhu Yan said this, it was obvious that he was not being polite, but rather acted as if he was used to it.

No way, no way, this can’t be the secret of beautiful women to maintain their figure.

Jiang Cheng thought it was outrageous.

It turns out that not everyone can be this beauty.

Jiang Cheng just wanted to say, sister, with this kind of self-control you can succeed in anything.

After Zhu Yan returned to her room to rest, Jiang Cheng drove to his great-grandfather's courtyard for dinner.

After dinner, my parents left even faster than me.

Jiang Cheng also drove his Pagani to a teahouse five kilometers away.

Looking at the prestige message, Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The name of this teahouse is "Yunque" and it is hidden deep in the alley.

The surrounding environment is quiet, giving people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

The vermilion lacquered gate has a gilded Bi'an door knocker, which looks solemn and simple.

Above the door lintel hangs a plaque carved from a whole piece of Hetian mutton-fat jade, emitting a warm glow in the snow.

There were eight palace lanterns standing in front of the door, covered with Xiang embroidery lanterns, and the flickering candlelight dyed the falling snowflakes into warm gold.

Four waiters in buttoned jackets stood on both sides, with straight postures and focused expressions.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?" A receptionist in a moon-white cheongsam holding an oil-paper umbrella came up to us.

The snowflakes fell on her meticulously combed hair, like silver stars, making her look even more beautiful.

It is worthy of being a high-end teahouse, even the welcoming gesture at the door is so beautiful.

Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded, then told the box number that Shen An gave him.

The woman still responded with a smile, and said, "Please follow me."

When I pushed the door open, the scent of agarwood mixed with snow water hit me in the face.

The floor is actually paved with a whole piece of Burmese golden nanmu wood. Every texture is like a fine work of art, inlaid with silver threads.

If you look closely, you will find that these silver threads are cleverly pieced together to form a miniature picture of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

In the center of the front hall, a suspended glass tea room is particularly eye-catching.

The tea master in the tea room was kneeling on the tatami covered with Song brocade, concentrating on performing a wonderful tea art performance.

The Song Dynasty Jian Kiln rabbit-hair cup in his hand seemed to carry thousands of years of history and culture, and was slowly pouring Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao.

The tea soup is like amber, winding down the transparent tea table like a golden stream, stirring up mist in the bronze ice jar below.

After going up to the second floor, the woman from Yingbin Road took her to a room on the left.

It is called a private room, but in fact it is more like an elegant room cleverly separated by a door curtain.

The door curtain is made of a special material, which is Xiangfei bamboo wrapped in silver thread.

When I pushed it open gently, there was a clear and pleasant sound of a copper bell.

The furniture in the room is all made of Ming-style rosewood.

Hanging on the wall is an ink painting of bamboo by Xu Wei. The ink color is just the right shade, and the bamboo leaves are lifelike.

There is a Xuande furnace on the desk. The spices burning in the furnace emit a faint fragrance. The curling green smoke wraps around the wintersweets in the ice-crack vase like silk, adding a touch of quiet atmosphere to the whole room.

Standing upstairs, through the exquisite door curtain, you can clearly see the performance in the central glass tea room downstairs.

Seeing Jiang Cheng come in, Shen An, Fu Yang and Lu Chengwen all stood up.

"Brother Cheng, here I come."

Jiang Cheng laughed and teased: "When you asked me to come for tea, I thought it was some club or something?? I didn't expect it to be this place. It seems that I thought too much."

Fu Yang laughed: "I guessed right, I said Brother Cheng would definitely say that."

After saying this, Shen An and Lu Chengwen burst into laughter.

Jiang Cheng smiled and said jokingly: "When you invited me to have tea, I really thought it was some high-end club! I didn't expect it to be such a place. It seems that I thought too much."

Hearing this, Fu Yang couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Haha, I told you, Brother Cheng would definitely think so."

"Hey, Cheng, you don't know. When we went there the day before yesterday, wasn't there a major investigation at the bar? My dad got the news from somewhere, and coupled with the fact that a girl from the atmosphere group at our table was investigated, my dad mistakenly thought I was out fooling around! Now, he's issued a ban on me, asking me to cultivate my character, so I can only come to elegant places like this."